Bright Moon - a land sullied by mystery and the ravaging scars of a terrible fire. Abandoned as a pack land for years, the terra has been used as a gathering place for the brazen and bloodthirsty drawn there by the lingering pall of death. Yet from the ashes there comes an unordained phoenix, the rainbow hues of hope glinting in her mismatched globes. Through the obsidian drapes obscuring the scenery, she alone was able to catch the perfumed aroma of new life on the breeze and hear the sluggish streams flowing ever swifter into the morning.

Thus, with a purpose, she set out to map the incognita, discovering daily the extent of the reawakening and unearthing within herself a desire to return the landscape to its former glory. Now she stands tall as privileged Alpha of the lands, lording over the rock-strewn prairie and bountiful forests with a firm but gentle paw.

Having finally realized her deepest longing to be a queen, Satowra is focused solely on the revival and maintenance of the Bright Moon Pack. Her question to each prospective warrior that comes to the border is simple:

"Do you have what it takes?"

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A low, strained whine threw itself from her russet maw again as she strained. She lifted her head as a contraction flew through her body before it fell once again. Her breaths were coming in short gasps now as she pushed. When paw steps came to her ears, she lifted her head against the pain and tried to sniff out the owner. Without success, she let her head fall to her paws. The process of pushing and the pain of contractions were wearing her down and she couldn’t have been more thrilled when she spotted a form walking towards her. Then the white coat recognized in her head as the soft spoken words came her way. Is there anything you need? “Just keep her warm.” She breathed, lifting the only born pup and thrusting it towards Tamlin. Her breathing came in a sharp gust as she arched in agony. As the young pup drew itself into the air, she pulled it towards her. She did as she did with the last pup, licking it clean. It let out a loud yelp and she smiled weakly as she licked her ginger son. The contractions came faster and ended quicker until finally, with a long whine, her final pup was born. This pup brought tears to her eyes, as this looked like the pups father and her mate. She swallowed hard and licked the pup fiercely, drying her off. “Thank you, Tamlin. The company was appreciated.” She said softly, not looking at him. “Do you mind watching them for a few minutes?” She asked before standing on shaky paws and slipping into the shadows. A few moments later, she returned to the den. She pawed loose dirt over where she had been laying before moving to the side of the den where she pulled her pups to her. She licked each on the head murmuring their names. The first born, Dazzle. The male, Sunny. The last born; Dotty. She glanced up at her alpha, her amber-yellow eyes scanning his face.

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